( Disclaimer: This fic was only written for the entertainment of my friends, fans (fellow readers), and myself, I do not own any aspect of Harry Potter, nor am I involved with WB, Bloomsberry books, Scholastic... etc. etc. Heck, you all know that...)

Hermione Granger was sitting in her room, staring up at the ceiling. She was expecting a letter from Ron or Harry any moment now, but it was taking forever for it to be delivered! Hermione was going to be in her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she was somewhat excited and a bit annoyed as well. She was losing patience, since she really wanted to talk to them both.

"Urgh..." she mumbled to herself, in aggravation. "Where are those letters?" The tone Hermione was using wasn't exactly calm.

Suddenly there was a slight tapping on her window, she widened her eyes in glee, as she opened it quickly to let Pig and Hedwig in. She smiled at the two birds, and had offered them some food and water, which she always had by her dresser for when they came.

"Finally! I wonder what took you two so long?" she asked then rhetorically. She hurried and opened Ron's letter first, which read:

Dear Hermione,
Sorry if this gets to you a little late, you know how annoying Pig can be. Well, I was wondering when you could come over here, to the Burrow with us? Harry'll be coming really soon, in fact we're going to pick him up in a few, you'd think we could stop by and drag you along? I know your parents would probably be upset, but I really miss you... It's hard to explain really... I'm just going to stop before you think I'm weird, but I really need to talk to you, not by letter... In person. I would really like to see you before school starts. Please send Pig back with your response as soon as possible, because I have to leave to get Harry really soon!
- Ron

Hermione smiled as she closed the letter, but couldn't help but ponder what on earth Ron possibly could have had to tell her... There was only very few things that she had in mind right now, but she knew that wouldn't be possible... She sighed as she took out a quill and sat at her writing desk as she hurriedly scribbled down a response.

Don't worry, Ron, I think I'll be able to come. I really miss you and Harry a lot. It seems as if it's been forever...Well, hopefully we'll get to talk about whatever you want to talk about and get the situation settled with? I'm not really too sure on what to expect with that whole thing, so I suppose I shouldn't bother with it... I'll see you soon!
Love,
Hermione

Hermione smiled, hoping Ron wouldn't let the word 'love' rush into his head. She then opened up the letter from Harry and read:

Dear Hermione,
What's going on, lately? I got your other owls, and thanks for worrying so much, but I'm fine, really. Besides, Ron's coming to pick me up and we're heading over to the Burrow ... speaking of which, I'm surprised you haven't gone over there yet! You usually spring over there the instant summer starts. But, hey I understand that your parents miss you and want to spend time with you, which I'm sure that's the case. Well, hope to see you at the Burrow! I'll talk to you later... (Dudley's blaming something on me, again.)
- Harry Potter

Hermione smiled and took out a piece of parchment and started on her response to Harry, quickly. It read:

Dear Harry,
I think I'll be able to come to the Burrow, I know mum and dad will be upset, but I truly do miss you all very much. I feel so empty without you two. Hope your cooping all right ... and sorry if I shouldn't have mentioned that... Because... Well, you know, we'll talk about it, when we're ready, right? (She was referring to Sirius' death.) Well, hopefully, more than likely, I'll see you later!
Love,
Hermione Granger

Hermione smiled and she attached the letter Pig and Hedwig, and watched them fly out of her window, until they faded out of sight. She then rushed downstairs. She was wearing blue jeans, and a dark blue shirt, with capri sleeves. Her long curly light brown hair, was bouncing as she walked.

"Mum!" she called, looking around the house, to see where her mother was. Her mother was in the kitchen, when Hermione had discovered her. She quickly walked over to her mother and smiled at her.

"Mum..." she said, waiting for her to stop making sandwiches.

"Yes, Hermione?" her mother turned to face her and smiled at her daughter.

"What are those for?" she asked, watching her mother place the sandwiches into a basket.

"Lunch, silly. We're going on a picnic, won't it be lovely?" her mother asked, smiling at Hermione.

Hermione froze. She didn't want to have a picnic! Even though she was in fact starving, she wanted to go to the Burrow! She sighed, she didn't feel like disappointing her mother... She hated to see the disappointed look on her mother's face whenever Hermione had mentioned about going somewhere, or being to busy studying for next year than do something with them. She sort of wished she wasn't an only child... She wished she had a sibling to keep her mother and father occupied and not so focused on her... Naturally it was what they wanted to do, protect and look after their only child. Hermione managed a small smile.

"Yes, that sounds lovely, mum," she responded, smiling.

"All right, we'll be heading outside in a few, so either get dressed or stay in those clothes,"

"I'll stay in these clothes, thanks. Um... Mum?" she asked, finally having the courage to tell her what she wanted to do for the remainder of the summer.

"Yes, 'Mione?"

"I was wondering... Well, Ron had sent an owl a little earlier and--"

"You want to go to the Burrow with him and Harry to spent the rest of the summer..." finished Mrs. Granger.

Hermione stared at her mother, seeing the sadness in her eyes, and sighed.

"Yes... That is if you want... If you want me to stay, I completely understand, mum..." said Hermione.

"I'll discuss it with your father... When are they coming anyway?" she asked, looking away from Hermione.

"Um... in about twenty minutes or so... Since he has to go and pick up Harry first..." said Hermione, turning to go upstairs. "Wait! He'll be using Floo Powder, he should be here in about fifteen, and please shut off the fire! I don't want him to get burned!" said Hermione.

Mrs. Granger nodded and went to go search for her husband. Hermione sighed, but didn't continue up the steps. She slowly crept behind her mother, to stand outside the living room entrance to listen in on her mother and father conversing.

"Did she ask already?" asked Mr. Granger.

"Yes, I'm telling you, she's attached to that school and all of her friends there..." responded Mrs. Granger.

"Well, I'm guessing it's only natural... If you had friends that lived so far away, and you were so close to them, wouldn't you want to spend the rest of the summer there too?"

"Well, maybe I would... But she sees them everyday she goes to school! And she barely comes over for the Christmas Holidays anymore..."

"I know, honey, but she's growing up... We need to give her some freedom,"

"Freedom, indeed," snapped her mother. "She basically has freedom at that school! Who knows what she's been doing with any boy,"

"Now, now, don't jump to conclusions,"

"It's hard not to, don't you see the way she looks at Ron everytime she's about to depart his company? It's like she's obsessed with the boy or something!"

"Don't say such things, you know we can trust Hermione,"

"I don't know, I just can't stand the fact that in one more year she graduates, and more than likely won't be coming back here," said Mrs. Granger, finally taking a seat.

Hermione sighed and she climbed back up the steps towards her room. It was true... Her mother read Hermione like a book. Hermione did have many feelings for Ron, she just didn't know where to categorize them. She loved Hogwarts dearly, but she couldn't seem to live without it. She looked over at a picture frame containing a picture of herself, Harry and Ron, around winter time. She smiled a bit, and leaned back on her bed. She had only just closed her eyes when she heard a loud yell and a thud.

Hermione quickly got up, and rushed down the stairs, she pulled her wand out of her back pocket and rushed into the living room. She looked towards the fire place to see that Ron was on fire. She widened her eyes and helped Ron with his flamed jacket, soon the flames were gone. She turned over to him and helped him up.

"Are you all right?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Ron stared at her blankly for a moment. He was still trying to gather his breath from that surprise.

"I'm... fine..." He responded through breaths. Hermione nodded and turned to her mother.

"Did you tell dad to shut the fire off, because I didn't want him to get burned?"

"Well, obviously I forgot, because the fire was still on," said her mother. Hermione looked at her mother in disbelief.

"Mum! What is that supposed to--" she cut herself to look over at the fireplace to see Harry coughing up a storm. He got to his feet and smiled around the room.

"Hello all," he chimed, happily.

"Oh! Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, rushing over to him and gave him a tight hug. Ron glanced at the two, and made a little scowl. Hermione looked over at Ron. "Something the matter?" she asked.

"I didn't get a hug..." he said pouting a bit. Hermione smiled and threw her arms around Ron.

Ron, looking a bit surprised that she actually hugged him, smiled and returned the hug. Mrs. Granger had looked terribly disgusted about now, and walked out of the living room.

"Er... Did we come at a wrong time?" asked Harry, who watched Mrs. Granger departed their company. Hermione finally pulled away from Ron and looked over at her father.

"I'll take care of it, Hermione, go get your stuff ready and you can go," responded Mr. Granger.

Hermione nodded and looked over at Ron and Harry. "Do you mind helping me with my stuff?" she asked, smiling at the two.

"I don't mind at all," responded Ron.

"Me neither," said Harry.

"Lead the way," said Ron, smiling at Hermione. Hermione returned the smile and walked towards her room, Ron and Harry trailing behind. Hermione opened her door to her room. She had already had everything packed, pretty much.

"Now where's Crookshanks?" Hermione asked, looking around the room. Ron rolled his eyes, as he reached for Hermione's trunk. Hermione grabbed the books she had been reading the other night, and stuffed them into her trunk.

"Now you can carry that," said Hermione with a smile. Ron smiled back. Hermione admired him for a second. Ron had definitely changed already. His hair longer, messy, bright and red as ever. She smiled as another smile appeared upon his freckled features. She turned around and looked back at the two.

"I'm going to go look for Crookshanks, I'll be right back," she responded. Harry and Ron nodded and Hermione quickly rushed out of the room calling Crookshanks.

Ron had grabbed a book that was on the floor that was labeled 'Journal.' He grinned and looked over at Harry, who was grabbing the rest of Hermione's school things. Noticing that he was occupied, Ron grinned again and opened it to a random page and read to himself.

12-21-94


Ugh... This whole Triwizard Tournament is annoying! Not to mention the Yule Ball... I really do fancy Victor I admit that, but you know everytime I see Ron it feels really weird... Almost as if I like him... Which is ridiculous because we're like... Best friends, who fight every day or so... But that's good, not all friends completely get along... I just wish I had the guts to tell him...

"RON WEASLEY!" yelled Hermione.

Ron abruptly looked up, realizing his mistake, and slammed the journal shut. "I swear I didn't read anything!" he protested.

"You're a terrible liar!" She exclaimed, glaring at him. She scanned the journal and arubtly Hermione looked up at him.

"What date was it?" she asked, sternly.

"December twenty-first ... ninety-four." Ron responded, walking over to her trunk.

Hermione glared at him, as she opened to that page. She scanned through it and widened her eyes.

"What was the last word you read?"

"Well, you stopped me in the middle of a sentence... 'I just wish I had the guts to tell him...' " said Ron. Hermione gave a sigh of relief as she placed Crookshanks down.

"Thank goodness..." she said, closing the journal. She walked over to him, and stuffed it into her trunk. "If I ever see you reading that again, I will never ever talk to you, Ron Weasley," she snapped. Ron sighed and looked up at her.

"Sorry, Hermione, I couldn't resist..." he said, starting to drag the trunk out of the room.

"Well, try to next time, if you please..." said Hermione, grabbing Crookshanks from the floor and walked out of the room.

"Way to go..." mumbled Harry.

"Shut it, Harry," said Ron, sighing. Ron dragged the trunk down the stairs with the help of Harry and they all gathered near the fireplace.

"You do have some Floo Powder to get back, correct?" asked Hermione, glancing at Ron. Ron blinked and smacked his forehead.

"I knew I forgot something..."

"Ugh..." groaned Hermione. She stomped out of the living room and towards the kitchen. She saw her mother, and no sign of her dad. She sighed and walked over to her.

"Mum," she said, rather annoyed.

"What?" Mrs. Granger asked, not looking at her.

"I can't go right now, Ron ran out of Floo Powder," said Hermione, crossing her arms. Mrs. Granger looked back at her.

"Then why don't you have them stay for lunch, then we'll figure out a way to get some Floo Powder," suggested Mrs. Granger. Hermione gave her mother a stern look and sighed.

"All right, make sure Ron doesn't end up with a corned beef sandwich, he hates those," she replied, walking back towards the living room. Hermione looked from Harry to Ron and placed a hand on her hip.

"All right, are you two hungry?" she asked.

"I s'pose I am," responded Harry.

"I am!" exclaimed Ron.

"Ron, you're always hungry..." said Hermione, rolling her eyes.

"That's not true!" snapped Ron.

"Yes it is, you eat all the time," replied Hermione.

"If it was true, then how come I'm not as fat as Harry's Muggle cousin?" he asked, with a grin. Harry burst out laughing, and Hermione gave a scowl.

"True..." she replied, her scowl turning into a smile. She hated when she was upset at him, and somehow he just made her hatred go away. It scared her a bit... She decided to keep her mind off of him and sighed.

"Well, we're having a little picnic outside in a few," said Hermione.

"Sounds good," said Harry, smiling a bit.

"All right, we're heading out, Hermione!" exclaimed Mrs. Granger.

"Oh yes..." mumbled Hermione. She just wanted to go to the Burrow, and find out what Ron wanted to tell her so badly. She walked outside to see everything was set up. Mrs. Granger scanned Hermione a bit disapprovingly and looked back at Mr. Granger. Hermione scowled.

"You all right, Hermione?" asked Harry, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Just peachy..."

(A/N: Thanks for reading, I'll be posting more chapters soon! Review please!)